Chapter 54 Anal Sex With My Gay Neighbor 5 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
BRIAN'S POV
My heart skipped a beat when I felt him mount behind me, his hand gripping my ass while his dick teased the rim of my ass.
I moaned into the couch, gripping it tightly as I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. “Fuck… I need you, pleaseㅡ”
His arm hooked around my waist, pulling me up so my back was pressed against his chest. “Let me hear your voice, Brian.”
Then, he was pressing in, his dick pushing past the first ring of muscles as I had already been prepared by his fingers.
“Oh my fucking god…” I threw my head back with a whimper. “Fuck yes…”
His breathing was harsh behind me and his hand collared around my neck, making my vision dance with white spots. “Fuck…you feel so good.” He groaned. “Do you like it? Being torn apart by my cock?”
I couldn't bring myself to say anything, I could only choke out a response, tears biting at my eyes. “Fuck. Yes.” I struggled to get the words out.
His lips found my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you slow, Brian. So slow you'll feel every inch of me stretching you open." His hips began to move, his thick length sliding in and out of me at a torturous pace.
Holy shit.
Ever since we had locked gazes across the lawn, I knew I wanted him. And something about the way he stared at me told me he wanted it too. But nothing could compare to the insane feeling I was overwhelmed with right now.
My body trembled as he pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, his hips rolling against my ass in a sensual grind. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to make me feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against my inner walls. His hand on my neck tightened slightly, tilting my head back onto his shoulder.
"You're so tight, so fucking perfect around my dick," he murmured, his pace remaining agonizingly slow despite his words. "Every thrust feels like heaven... like you're milking my cock with that sweet little hole." His other hand slid down my chest possessively, tracing my abs.
"Spread your legs wider," he commanded softly, his hand pushing my thighs apart even as he continued to move slowly inside me. He needed deeper access, wanted to hit that spot that would make me see stars. As I complied, he bottomed out with a deep groan. "There it is…”
“Fuck, Chris.” I threw my head back more, a choked moan escaping me.
His hips began to circle, his thick head pressing against that spot over and over again. "Do you feel that? Feel my cock hitting that sweet spot inside you?" His voice was thick with desire, his body tensing as he focused on that single point of contact.
"Holy fuck..." I breathed out, my eyes rolling back as he hit that spot perfectly. "Right there... don't you dare stop hitting that spot." My hands scrambled for something to grab onto, finding nothing but the couch cushions.
His lips curved against my neck in a soft smile at my desperate words. "As you wish," he whispered before resuming his slow circles, his hips rolling perfectly to hit that magic spot with every thrust. His hand on my chest drifted down to wrap around my leaking cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
A shudder ran through me at the contact, my hips bucking forward into his hand. "Oh god... please..." I begged, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of my eyes. The double stimulation of his thick cock hitting my prostate and his hand jacking me off was almost too much to bear.
"Shh, I've got you," he soothed, his lips brushing against my ear. He picked up the pace slightly, his hips snapping forward to hit that spot harder. His hand began to pump my cock in time with his thrusts, twisting his wrist slightly on the upstroke to drag his palm over the head.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." I chanted, my body trembling with the intense pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening and my cock leaking pre-cum onto his hand. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna come... please don't stop..." I begged, my voice breaking.
"I'm not stopping," he growled, his pace quickening even more. He slammed into me, his thick cock hitting that spot with brutal force now. His hand stroked me faster, harder, his thumb swirling around my leaking tip. "Come for me, Brian.”
"Fuckkk!!" I screamed, my body convulsing as I came hard, my cum shooting out in long, thick streams onto the couch again. My internal muscles tightened around his dick, milking him as he continued to pound into me. "Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god…”
Fuck, we were making a mess. We would need to clean a lot before his wife came home.
He groaned deeply, his movements becoming jerky as he felt my orgasm triggering his own release. "Brian... fuck... you're making me come..." He slammed into me one final time, his cock swelling before pumping his hot cum into my ass. "Shit... fuck...you feel so good…”
He stayed buried inside me for a moment longer, his arms wrapping around my waist as he held me close. His lips pressed gentle kisses to my neck and shoulder as he slowly pulled out, his softening cock slipping from my overstuffed hole.
He flipped me over, brushing his lips against my forehead, sweat dripping down his chest as he looked down at me. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I croaked.
He smirked. “Good. Because just so you know, this isn't a one time thing. I'm gonna have to experience this everyday, got it? This ass belongs to me. And so do you.”
My heart jumped and I could feel my spent dick still twitching. Then, I smiled. “Got it, sir. It's all yours.”